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ANACOSTIA WATERSHED PRIZE
(honoring a student from the Washington, DC area)
Thirst
Thirst, how I thirst to be loved.
To be held
To be full like a river after the snow melts.
Or a puddle after the rain.
Thirst.
My grandmother says blessed are those who thirst
after righteousness for they will be filled.
Oh how I want to be full
Thirst.



Clarence Adams, age 17
Washington, DC
Cesar Chavez High School
Teacher: Margot DeFerranti

 
 
 
 
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